CHAPTER 135 Phallus

*Pete McDowell*

"Tío, is he ready?" A familiar woman's voice asked. Out from the shadows, Ariana came out with a long thick phallus-shaped steel rod in her small gloved hands.

Because Cris and I had cut off her long thick locks, she was sporting a pixie cut with blonde highlights. She was wearing dark blue coveralls, latex gloves and black boots while a pair of goggles lay on top of her head. I noticed the cut we made on her cheek had healed nicely, giving her a much edgier look.

As she stared at me, a wicked smile played on her red lips while her light brown eyes twinkled with unmistakable delight and anticipation under her dark eyeshadow.

She reminded me of an image of an evil witch sans the black outfit.

"Yes, hija. But you heard Lorenzo. We need to dye his hair and we can *only* mess up his face... so he won't be recognized when he goes back to New Salem," De Vega instructed. "Nestor, my niece, Ariana De Vega. Ariana, Capo Nestor Villegas."

Nestor bowed his head at her while she bowed hers in greeting.

"I wish every man in the organization had your good looks Capo Villegas, but alas, all of them have to look like this sick fuck right here. Tío, is it too much to ask if I give him a little taste of what he did to me?" Ariana asked, walking up to me and forcefully grabbing some of my hair while inserting the phallus-shaped steel rod into my mouth. I gagged as the steel rod pushed against the back of my throat.

"Do whatever you want, just don't kill him and don't break any of his limbs. He will be needing his arms and legs. It won't be fair to Joy Taylor, if we leave him... useless," De Vega said.

"Understood," Ariana said, hitting me on the head with the steel rod. I winced, but I wasn't afraid anymore. They weren't going to kill me.

"Adíos, Cadena. Sadly, this will be the last time I see you," De Vega said, placing an arm around Nestor's shoulders to guide him out. "Let's smoke some cigars and have a bit of cognac while you wait. I must say... I'm quite impressed. I can't believe Luis has such a handsome son."

"Thank you, Capo Bastone. Since we are on the subject of my father, I have a favor to ask you. Are you still in touch with some of my father's friends in Houston?" Nestor asked as they walked to the elevator.

"Yes, I am," De Vega answered. "What do you need? Don't tell me you need a girlfriend?"

I heard the both of them laugh loudly as they walked into the elevator leaving me at the mercy of a woman I had violated. My heart was still beating rapidly in my chest, but I pushed my fears aside knowing I could withstand whatever they threw my way.

"You and I are going to have lots of fun together," Ariana whispered in my ear.

My blood ran cold. It was the same line I had said to her when we took her.

"Take off all his clothes, lay him on the floor and raise his legs above his head," Ariana instructed the men while stroking the steel rod. "You'll be shitting uncontrollably for a week once I'm done with you."

"Wait, please-" I tried to beg, but Ariana placed a moist rag inside my mouth to silence me while the men ripped my tuxedo apart.

When the steel rod pierced my asshole for the first time, I screamed... it was like the skin around my sphincter was being torn apart and it burned... it burned so much.

"Shut him up, will you!" She instructed one the men with brass knuckles. I tried to move my face away from his fist, but he grabbed my hair to still my head and punched me. I almost blacked out from the excruciating pain, but the burning sensation from the steel rod penetrating my anus kept me conscious.

I heard her laughter as she inserted the steel rod inside me again and again, until the foul smell of my shit flooded my nostrils.

"You are one sick bastard!" I heard Ariana scream, taking the steel rod out of my butthole. I heaved a sigh of relief, thinking she was done, but I was wrong. "Hose this asshole down! He stinks!"

I thought I was going to drown. They hosed me down with cold water using a fire hose nozzle. The water went up my nose, into my eyes, ears and mouth. I was shivering when they finally shut off the water.

They chained my wrists together and hung me up on an iron rod. Ariana inserted the steel rod into my anus, then sat down and watched me as the men took turns punching me like a punching bag. I don't know what happened after. I blacked out after the third punch.

I slammed my fist angrily on the coffee table in front of me... I was so angry at myself for forgetting my training and for allowing this to happen. I wish I could go back to my fifteen year-old self when I was at the top of my game.

I leaned back on the tattered sofa, the sound of plastic rustling with my movement. Ugh! I was wearing diapers because of that bitch!

When I woke up after the savagery I experienced, I was surprised to find myself in a hospital room with a male nurse sitting beside my bed waiting for me to wake up. He told me I was in New Salem and the injuries to my face were extensive.

Since I needed to pee, the male nurse assisted me to the bathroom and for the first time, I saw myself in the mirror. I couldn't recognize myself.

My hair was now dyed an ash gray and my face... my face...

It was so bad, I actually wanted to cry.

I lifted my hospital gown and quickly removed the tape of the adult diapers I was wearing to check my penis. I heaved a huge sigh of relief discovering my penis was intact, however, my asshole was sore and I was shitting all over myself.

I silently vowed once I was through with Virtue Sullivan and Joy Taylor, I'd finish what Cris and I had started with Ariana De Vega and deliver her to her uncle in a box.

But before the women, I had to take care of a little problem happening at the Ol' Barn. The news of the meet happening on Friday at midnight was the last message I received from Cris.

Because of what happened to me in Chicago, I wasn't able to meet with him. All I got were his messages. Luckily, my phone including all of my belongings that I had brought with me were there in the hospital room when I woke up.

I was replying to Cris when chaos erupted. The male nurse who was at my bedside when I awoke, barged into my room, took my carry-on and my phone telling me Theodore Cohen was dead and that the Sheriff was probably already on his way. He told me to act catatonic since I was in the psychiatric ward. The previous occupant of my room was a drug addict who they transferred to accommodate me.

While everyone was busy at the vigil, I was escorted out of the hospital through a secret passageway and ushered into a car driven by one of the mercenaries I hired. He handed me my phone and told me we had a problem at Huff Hills.

I messaged Cris that I was on my way to Bismarck, but he didn't reply. I called, but he didn't pick up. I suspected he was at the vigil and made a mental note to track him down later.

After the mess at Huff Hills, I found Cris' car at Elk Cliff from a tracker I placed under the hood of his car... a place I knew no one would look.

He was missing and there was no one else I knew who would take him except for one. I called Lisa and told her what I knew. I told her about Joy Taylor... with the hope she could give me information knowing once upon a time she and Joy were good friends.

I stood up from the sofa, propping myself up with a cane, and gingerly walked towards the leader of the group of mercenaries I hired. They were expensive, but at least I had my army.

"Make sure your men are ready. Before midnight, I want your men in position at the Ol' Barn in New Salem," I instructed. The leader nodded his head.

My phone suddenly rang. It was Lorenzo. I had been trying to get in touch with him ever since I woke up in the hospital, but my calls went straight to voice mail.

"Pedro, how are you feeling? I believe all went well in Chicago?" He asked once I answered the phone.

"It hurts to even talk, Lorenzo," I said, my rage bubbling up anew. " How could you even think of doing this to me?"

"Pedro, you need to own up to the consequences of your actions. De Vega needed his revenge while you needed to go incognito. I just killed two birds in one stone. The injuries you sustained will give you a new face and will help get rid of your extra fat. I will be sending someone to train you as you recuperate. Nestor believes you have forgotten your training," he explained.

"Nestor... he's another one I'm angry at," I mumbled, waddling towards the makeshift minibar the men put up. I took the bottle of whisky and walked back to the sofa, wincing as I fell back on it with the half empty bottle in my hands.

"Your capo was just following orders and looking out for you," Lorenzo pointed out in a calm voice. "He brought you home and had you fixed up at the hospital. There is no need to be angry at him. Honestly, you should be grateful. When you are fully healed, you can assume a new name and follow in the footsteps of Nestor, as an anonymous member of the Angels of Darkness. No one, not even Joy Taylor, will be able to find you. You, yourself, can stop her and once she's gone, you can continue to live to be an old man, right there in New Salem. I assure you, that pain you're feeling now is only temporary. You'll soon forget about this and thank me for making this happen."

"Easy for you to say, you aren't the one drinking through a straw," I argued like a child.

"It was the only way to get you a new face and give the vengeance De Vega wanted. He and his niece now both feel vindicated and they promise to never touch you again. Lighten up. There are worst things. And Pedro, please lie low. I know what has happened at Huff Hills. Do not, at under any circumstances, make this worse than it already is."

"I don't know what you're talking-"

I wasn't able to finish my sentence. He had hung up on me. It was quite obvious none of them respected me.

I was never going to forgive and forget. I would eventually get my revenge.

While I was listening to the plans the mercenaries were discussing for later tonight, my phone suddenly rang again. I looked at the screen thinking it was Lorenzo.

It was the hospital director of St. Elizabeth's. He was the one who patched me up at the request of my capo.

"There's someone here who wants to talk to you."